PSL/Meme Continuation

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a bit of headcanon about post-canon here

[cadereagratia]

[At this, Whelk frowns. Turning his hands palm-up, he stares at them for a few minutes, wondering - why can't he?

[If he's here, then where is Noah Czerny?

[He mutters it, more to himself than anyone - almost as if he's forgotten Aubrey is there.]

I can't leave.

I'm trying...

[He glances back to her.]

My body's on the line. I'm stuck.

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[There is a slight temptation to prod the guy, see if he’s actually corporeal. Maybe not just yet, though; it’s been a long, long night as-is.]

[Aubrey only partially catches the mutter, but it’s enough to fill in the rest. She’s started leaning in ever so slightly; when he glances back she nearly jumps.]

So you’re… stuck on a ley line. Physically, somehow. [Oh, the temptation to poke him is bad.] You think if… ugh, [the thought is gross, but,] if your “body” moved, you’d be able to… pass on? get out of here? [Left unsaid: Visit someone else?]

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[At this, he looks back down at his hands again, and scoffs.]

That can't happen. Unique circumstances, if you recall me saying that.

The place where I died doesn't...exist, in so many words...

[But his...body is there. It's...hard to explain, or comprehend, even for him.]

So, I'm here.

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[Aubrey frowns. Swears under her breath. Whatever, not like she was gonna dig up a grave anyway…]

[She steps back, folds her arms again. Her posture’s more slumped than stiff, now.] You must be really bored. [Not sympathetic. Kinda back to thinking he’s full of shit again.]

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[He glares.]

I've as much as told you that, haven't I?

Eat shit.

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[Immediately Aubrey goes wide-eyed, just for a beat. Then snorts.] Excuse me? Buddy, [but she’s… kind of laughing? faintly?] what the hell is wrong with you?

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You don't have time for what's wrong with me.

[He flicks his cigarette butt off into whatever liminal space they're occupying.]

Just use your imagination. I've given you enough material, I'm sure.

[headhooligan]

Hah, plenty. Believe me. [She swipes at her eyes briefly, trying to make it look casual—and for extra measure, jabs at him. Could hit him in the side, slap his arm, whatever; it’s a “are you actually corporeal” and “please don’t notice I’ve started crying” combo platter.]